The Televisionary Oracle

is broadcast

LIVE FROM THE DRIVETIME:

the eternally inbetween mood,

the ambiance or tunnel or threshold you inhabit

as you flow back and forth

between the yes and the no,

between the lost and the found,

between the me and the you.

The Drivetime is

the sweet sanctuary where you

always pretend you mean the opposite of what you're saying

and vice versa.

Always vice versa.

In the Drivetime

everything you know is wrong

and yet you still have as much confidence and authority

as people who love to kill with their opinions.

Brainwash yourself before someone nasty beats you to it. Study the difference between wise suffering and dumb suffering until you get it right. Commit crimes that don't break any laws. Visualize Mother Teresa at the moment of orgasm. Build illusions that make people feel so beautiful they can't stand to be near you. Pretend to be crazy so you can get away with doing what's right. Sing anarchist lullabyes to homosexual children. Love your enemies in case your friends turn out to be jerks. Review in detail the history of your life, honoring every moment as if you were conducting a benevolent Judgment Day. Eat money. Fuck gravity. Drink the sun. Dream like a stone. Sing in the acid rain.

The Televisionary Oracle

is brought to you by

the white plumeria flowers

that fall at your feet

as you stroll towards the cove

where the sea turtles swim.